#flies

They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate. ↗

— William Golding

#communication

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#butterflies #butterfly #death #flower #flowers

Illium says that perhaps I can use them to flutter someone to death. - Aodhan to Jason, Archangel's Storm ↗

— Nalini Singh

#butterflies #illium #death

I have absorbed my life now. I am ready for my music to unfold. I know time flies, but before the end of this year, the album will be out. Even if it kills me. ↗

— Neneh Cherry

#am #before #end #even #flies

It's your weakness gives them their strength. Mark how they dare not speak to me. A nameless horror has descended on you, keeping us apart. And yet why should this be? What have you lived through that I have not shared? Do you imagine that my mother's cries will ever cease ringing in my ears? Or that my eyes will ever cease to see her great sad eyes, lakes of lambent darkness in the pallor of it will ever cease ravaging my heart? But what matter? I am free. Beyond anguish, beyond remorse. Free. And at one with myself. No, you must not loathe yourself, Electra. Give me your hand. I shall never forsake you. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#imagination

She could barely remember what life had been like before him and didn't even want to try. All Grace knew was that she wanted to be with him, always. ↗

— Victoria Michaels

#grace-park #michael-andris #life

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ↗

— John Keats

#days #fanny-brawne #fifty-common-years #letter #love

And when Hugh would grow progressively Gandhi on me, I'd remind him that these were pests---disease carriers who feasted upon the dead and then came indoors to dance upon our silverware. ↗

— David Sedaris

#progress

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#descriptive #flying #prose #writing #description

They're butterflies because...well, he thought it was cool. They eat humans." -idk..... ↗

— Katsura Hoshino

#canibals #cool #d-gray #humans #humor